Squatting on doorsteps, following footsteps. Nocturnal habits are surveyed with interest. . So we crawl into corners, ignore any callers. And imagine our radiators clang for our neighbors.
She falls into frame with a professional pout. But the Polaroids ignite upon seeing their subject. And the aperture shuts, too much exposure. . Voyeur sucks into focus, floodlit the glossy kiss pit.